Heathen cold's
I collected with a rule of paper...
Silver and curious steel
With a moment to serve, a call to hater's...?

Of a bullet...
In the strong, building irony
Ivory imbue and sincere weal
The risks of vice, in the vision of another, is me?

Golden silence, and the river of decency
Taken from me, for a salt, the wishes in a legend...
That began in a poignant cull, of what is our history?
When kisses come to tongues, that rival only the bends...?

So extolled, so controlled?
Adding the sky, in a place where no sun shine's...
Without a paradise and a polite...
Knowing the passion we few, is my heart in kind...?

Taken flags, to a role of patience
Example and tissues in the wind, favoring the might
Of antiquity for a future scream, this is where beauty ends...
And many begins, the rational of dependency, to live with lucre's light...?

Right about nothing? but a pair of hands...
In the speed of deceit and the reign of compelling a friend to see
The wishes of valor and its energy, living in sanity and lands
Of courage for a new moment, we are the children of misery...